Joy is a spilled-over cup. When you have plentiful free flowing energy, it becomes joy. Of course, it can become anger and restlessness too, but when the channels are clear and ready, it becomes joy. It’s a lot about keeping the paths - the joy-paths clean, so when there’s an energy gush, they can flow on the track of joy. The neurons catch fire and explode, the energy patterns get established in the brain and the nervous system, that trigger of feelings of exuberant joy.
A delicious yawn is joyful, it doesn’t mean much if you are polite and suppress it. It’s a yawn, not a biscuit. You can’t break it into pieces. The joy of the yawn is in its fullness, in the open mouthed, loud, gutsy release of breath and sound. Politeness in a yawn doesn’t work - it kills the energy. The spiritual life doesn’t teach politeness, it teaches naturalness and a discipline which is not forced but intrinsic, or at least properly assimilated.
Kick the football hard and send it flying! Treating the football like a rose is not being polite but silly. Yet, we can’t seem to tell the difference unless the forms are as obvious as the football or the rose. That’s the secret in being able to see what is, as it is. It is not necessary to have a stock behavior of politically correct necessities, but a living vision. To see clearly helps to keep the internal paths clean and joy can flow when it will.
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